When Song Yutang woke the next morning, she discovered that her lips were chapped and split.
But she thought nothing of it: It must be internal heat from eating hot pot.
Lying in bed, Jiang Muyan stole a look at her carefully applying ointment and snorted inwardly.
Serves you right.
Who told you to watch those college boys so enthusiastically last night?
He was truly angry.
Tonight, he absolutely would not cooperate with her in making a baby.
Even if Song Yutang took the initiative, he would act like a genuine vegetative patient and let her learn what it meant to invite a rebuff.
That evening, Xuanxuan's WeChat message arrived right on schedule:
"Hey, sis~ There's new choreography tonight! I've prepared a classical dance especially for you, so you have to come watch~"
Looking at the youthful, smiling face on the screen, Song Yutang suddenly lost interest: It's all the same moves, no matter how much they dance. After watching enough, it doesn't seem like anything special.
Pretending to be unconscious, Jiang Muyan couldn't stop the corners of his mouth from rising.
It seemed young college boys weren't so remarkable after all.
It had only been a few days, and the novelty had already worn off.
If Song Yutang wasn't watching college boys today, did that mean... it was time to get down to business?
While she was taking a shower, Jiang Muyan secretly unbuttoned his clothes again.
His firm, muscular chest was tantalizingly exposed.
His heartbeat quickened a little too.
Finally getting to the main event. I'm a little nervous.
Song Yutang soon finished her shower and returned to the bedside, reaching out to unbutton Jiang Muyan's clothes.
Halfway through, she suddenly wrinkled her nose: Why does he smell like disinfectant? Did the servants use too much disinfectant when they washed his clothes? That's bad for the skin. I have to tell the butler tomorrow. This can't happen again.
Sigh... I didn't want to do that sort of thing in the first place. Now I'm even less in the mood.
Song Yutang withdrew her hands from his clothes and lay down on the sofa to keep scrolling on her phone.
This time, however, she didn't watch the dance section, browsing at random instead-
There were cooking tutorials, outdoor adventures, and even people doing homework on livestream.
Jiang Muyan quietly raised an arm and sniffed himself.
It seemed...
There really was a faint smell of disinfectant.
His expression instantly darkened. Once he "woke up," the first thing he would do was fire the laundry servants.
Early the next morning, while Song Yutang was out of the room, Jiang Muyan immediately called Zhao Chuan. "Have someone get a few bottles of floral body wash and perfume delivered to my room."
Before falling unconscious, he had gradually planted plenty of people in various places.
Although some of his people at the company had been removed, those at home had largely been left untouched.
With sufficient benefits provided, these people were still following Zhao Chuan's arrangements to this day.
Zhao Chuan was baffled. "You're working from home now, and you're not going out to socialize. What do you need those things for?"
Jiang Muyan's face darkened. "Cut the crap and get it done."
An hour later, while cleaning the room, a maid casually added four or five bottles of body wash to the bathroom and placed a dozen or so bottles of perfume on Song Yutang's dressing table.
They were supposedly samples that a luxury brand had just sent over.
That evening, before Song Yutang returned to the room, Jiang Muyan quickly took a shower.
He used rose-scented body wash.
Afterward, he sprayed on rose-scented perfume too.
When he lay back down in bed, his clothes were still unbuttoned, the contours of his pectorals sharply defined under the light.
Jiang Muyan was very confident. Surely it'll work this time?
But after Song Yutang returned to the room, she didn't notice any of the changes in him.
After her shower, she did nothing, instead lying down beside him to keep looking at her phone.
Jiang Muyan secretly opened his eyes a sliver, only to find a young man in ancient-style clothing right there on the screen, playing the guzheng.
Melodious music drifted from the phone.
The streamer's gentle voice rang out. "Thank you to Tangtang Loves Sweets for the rocket, sis~ What would you like to hear? You can request a song for just 99~"
Song Yutang's eyes shone, her fingers tapping away at the screen.
Another rocket shot into the sky.
The streamer's smile grew even brighter. "Add another 99, sis, and I can dance while I play~"
Jiang Muyan: _(´ཀ`" ∠)_
A husband so vividly alluring, and I can't even compete with someone playing the guzheng on a screen?
Over the next few days, it was as though Song Yutang had opened the door to a whole new world.
Once she grew tired of the guzheng streamer, she discovered a sports student performing a sword dance in a flying-fish robe, his bearing valiant and dashing, his sword flashing coldly.
Then came erhu players, traditional Chinese painters, and even people livestreaming calligraphy.
She watched with relish and sent gifts without restraint, completely forgetting her actual husband in bed.
Jiang Muyan went from anger to helplessness, until he was almost numb.
Every day, he found new ways to spruce himself up.
One day he wore citrus perfume, the next he switched to woody notes. He went from undoing three buttons to four, and one night, he even deliberately kicked most of the covers off.
Song Yutang thoughtfully tucked him back in. Have the caregivers been slacking off lately? Why are they getting less and less attentive? If this happens again, I'll fire them all and hire people who know how to take care of someone.
Jiang Muyan: "..."
Such a vividly alluring husband right here, and she really can't see him at all?
Before long, the last day of her ovulation window arrived.
That evening, after her shower, Song Yutang finally decided to get down to business: Sigh, although this sort of thing looks quite painful, I'll never secure my footing in this family without a child. I've had enough fun. Time for serious business.
Jiang Muyan perked up, then snorted inwardly.
Now you remember me?
Too late.
No matter what Song Yutang did tonight, he would act like a genuine vegetative patient and give her absolutely no response.
He had to make her understand that he, Jiang Muyan, wasn't someone she could summon and dismiss at will.
If only I could have a child without doing this or undergoing IVF. When will asexual reproduction finally become widespread? Song Yutang reached out and began undoing his buttons.
One, two...
Her fingertips were slightly cool. When they touched his skin, Jiang Muyan's entire body tensed, and he nearly broke his act.
No. Hold it in.
He desperately restrained his body's instinctive response.
Just as Song Yutang undid the third button and bent closer-
Crash.
A sudden, loud noise came from upstairs, as though something had been smashed.
Immediately afterward came a woman's furious scream. "Jiang Sinian, have you no shame?"
Song Yutang's hands paused, and she looked up in confusion.
The argument grew increasingly clear. It was coming from the fourth floor.
She frowned, rose, and pulled open the door.
She happened to see Jiang Sinian's wife, Wen Jingyan, rushing down the stairs with reddened eyes, something clenched tightly in her hand.
Jiang Sinian chased after her, his face livid. "Wen Jingyan, stop being unreasonable. I'm only Yaya's older brother. Can't you tolerate her at all?"
"Older brother?" Wen Jingyan abruptly turned and flung the pink lace panties in her hand hard into his face. "What kind of older brother hides his little sister's panties in his trouser pocket? Jiang Sinian, do you take me for a fool?!"
Song Yutang's eyes widened involuntarily.
It seemed...
There was some earth-shattering gossip here.
A flicker of guilt crossed Jiang Sinian's face, but he immediately stiffened his neck and retorted, "Yaya's always leaving things behind. She left these in my car before. I only brought them back to return them to her."
Wen Jingyan sneered. "How are you so sure they're hers? Is her name written on them?"